1. The impatience of a soul that sees not separation as present,
And the madness of a heart that sees not union as healing.

2. I have fallen under the judgement of impatience and passion,
Thus I see for the separation what the separator sees not for me.

3. And were it not for passion, I would not have hoped for a miser,
And carried darkness and remembered a forgetful one.

4. It is in its nature that when I am in its presence,
It is harsh to me and poisons me when I am absent, hostile.

5. Yet I keep my distance and draw near in remembrance,
And am not like one who draws near then keeps his distance, forgetting.

6. And I love my love for it and my impatience towards it,
And my adherence to it and my affection it.

7. For if it thought I asked it to reconcile, it would not be one who abandons,
And if it saw me forget it, it would not be one who distances.

8. But my love is under the protection of its eyelids,
So it feels safe from my asking and hopes for my passion.